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ng's kisses, whimpering with each breath, igniting a fire in Rong Ling's veins. He was consumed with desire, wanting to possess her completely. In his urgency, he felt a surge of primal instinct, wis...mpering like a little dog. He couldn't help but smile. With a long arm, he picked her up and walked toward her room. She began to get agitated, repulsed by his touch, struggling violently. She let go...